03x07 - Halloweenvark Part 3: Mali-Boo!

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♪ Let's go make some videos ♪

♪ Hey! Hey! ♪

♪ Let's go make some videos ♪

♪ Hey! Hey! ♪

What's shakin'?

Salt and pepper in the house.

I am so excited.

Our first Halloween in Malibu.

I'm surprised you didn't say...

Mali-boo!

There it is.

No comments on the costume.

Willow was supposed to be
the back of the unicorn.

But she's boycotting Halloween.

Because she thinks
it's cruel to pumpkins.

What about pumped-kins?

Jacked-o-lantern?

Guys, c'mon, this is gold.

Ladies and gentlemen,

your candy testers are here.

Hard candy, soft candy,
sour candy? We do it all.

Just no apples.

Guys, we told you.

We're not giving you our candy.

You're not actually candy testers.

Oh, yeah? Then why'd
we make these badges?

I don't know.

Why did you make those badges?

Trick or treat!

Aw, you guys are so cute.

Here, have some candy.

Oh no. We forgot to buy candy.

Awww.

Uh, wait. We have something
even better than candy.

Yay!

Scary stories.

Aww.

Awww...

...some. Awesome!

Stories are way better than candy.

I'm sorry.

This scary story
is called Frankie-stein.

Our story begins in
the scariest place of all,

high school!

And that's how
sciencey stuff becomes more...

sciencey stuff.

The end?

Wow, Coach Carlson's
a really bad teacher.

Eh, it's really on us.

We signed up for a class
called "Sciencey Stuff."

Paula! Frannie! Come up here.

I think he means us.

You failed another test.

Sorry about the hot wing stains.

I used your quizzes as a coaster.

Because I'm a gentleman.

There is a science lab tomorrow.

If you don't pass it,
you fail the class.

Oh man. We can't fail the class.

What are we gonna do?

I don't know.

But Paige did know.

She had a secret
she had never told Frankie

and probably never would...

I build people in the basement

using dead bodies and brains!

Oh, I know. I don't judge.

So I'll turn you into
a super smart scientist

by swapping out your braaaaain!

And then we'll both
pass the class. Thoughts?

Wait. You want to take my brain out?

- Can we get ice cream after?
- Sure.

I'm in.

Wow, you're really taking this
mad scientist thing seriously.

Yeah, let's just say
it's more than a hobby.

Get in the chair.

Master Paige, I went to
the brain store like you asked.

I got you this super smart
scientist brain.

Sorry, forgot to take out my retainer.

Thanks B-Gor.
What happened to your back?

Oh, when I was getting swole,

I must've over-worked
one of my shouldies. So...

As always, Bernie's
lifting stories bored everyone.

So Paige hooked Frankie up
to the brain Bernie brought.

Alright, Frankie,

ready to be a super smart lab partner?

Yep! Prepare yourself, Internet.

I'm 'bout to memba all my passwords...

Muahaha!

She's alive!

She's aliiiiiiive!

Behold... Frankie-stein!

You know, 'cause she's smart like
Einstein, but still Frankie.

Why are you grunting?

Why is she grunting?

Uhhh...

B-Gor, what did you do?

Okay, okay, the super
smart scientist brain

at the brain store wasn't on sale,

so I bought a monster brain instead,

and used the money left over to buy
this super sweet remote control!

- What does it control?
- No clue.

Great. Now my best friend's a monster.

What am I supposed to do
tomorrow in science class

with this as my partner?

I'm sorry, what?

With the brain store
closed for the night,

Paige had no choice but to
actually study for the lab

and try to pass Frankie-stein
off as her partner.

Okay, the solutions are mixed
and the PH's are balanced.

This should work.

Please don't explode,
please don't explode...

It worked! It didn't explode!

Coach Carlson, grade us.

Okay, that seems right.
Looks like you two pass.

Yay!

Wait.

Why's that kid green?

Uhh... she ate
some bad eggs for breakfast.

Right, Frankie?

Hey. That's not her normal grunt.

I see what's going on here.

Yeah, this is a classic "try to
make your lab partner smart

but accidentally turn her
into a monster" scenario.

Whaaat? Nooo.

You in there, Frannie?

Well argued.

Alright, but I'll be
watching you two like a hawk.

And if I see proof that
she's a monster, you fail!

Paige knew she had
to pass Frankie-stein off

as a regular student for the entire day.

See? Just two kids at their lockers.

Frankie! Wow! Have you been working out?

Oh thank you. I would love
for you to carry my books!

Hmmmm, that is the way
kids carry books these days...

Paige knew the girls had
to sh**t a Bizaardvark video

to make it seem
like everything was normal.

Hey guys! I'm Paige...

Yes, you are Frankie.

And we're Bizaardvark!

Hey Frankie, have you heard

of that new dance
everyone's talking about?

That's right, it is called
"The Monster."

Let's do it!

No. Hey. No, no, no.
Don't eat the camera.

No, that's... No, no, no.
That's expensive. Come on.

The video bought them
some time, but Paige knew

she had to turn Frankie
back into her old self ASAP

so they wouldn't fail the class.

B-Gor! We don't have much time!
What's the hold up?

I can't tell which of these is the brain

and which is spaghetti.

That's spaghetti.

Hey girls.

Just wanted to apologize
for not believing your story,

so I made you this "I'm Sorry" cake.

Hey!

Is that one of them
brain-swapping machines?

Uh... You can't fail us
if there's no proof!

B-Gor, hit the switch!

On it!

Ugh, you're the worst. Out of my way!

Nooo!

Frankie?

Oh no. She's still a monster.

No, it worked.

It's just my back,
this chair is k*lling me.

She's Frankie again!

She's Frankie agaaaiiiin!

Wait. Where's Coach Carlson?

Coach Carlson's a monster!

Meh. At least we passed the class.

Wait, if the monster brain
is in Coach Carlson,

and I have my brain back,

where's Coach Carlson's brain?

Guess I'm a cake now.
Eh, beats teaching.

Sweet, free cake!

Mmm, that was delicious.

Uh oh.

So? Pretty scary, right?

Wait, weren't there more of you?

A couple kids left.

Because the story was so good?

And they want to tell
all their friends? And...

Let it go, Paige.

It's time for...
"The Very Scary Hairy Story!"

It started as a quiet Malibu night...

♪ What, what, what ♪

♪ What's in my hair? ♪

I love my life.

Hey, Rodney.
Notice anything... different?

Uhhh... new shirt?

- Nope.
- New pants?

Nope.

Move your giant scissor hands,

I can't see the rest of you.

Wait... new pants?

Dude, I got scissorhands.

The doctor who did the operation

says it'll make me
an even better unboxer.

Cool. Hey, I was thinking
about getting a haircut.

Why don't you give me one
with your new scissorhands?

Sure! I don't see how
that could go wrong.

By the way, where'd you go
for the scissorhand operation?

Oh, that crazy doctor who lives

in the haunted castle down the street.

Oh sure, Dr. Psychoman.

Was the operation expensive?

No, I got a deal because the scissors

were possessed by demon spirits.

Good for you.

Whoa... I just got a weird feeling
that we're being watched.

All right, you caught me.

I heard free haircuts
are happening up in here.

I'll take a number three on the side

and a bald spot cover-up on top.

What the heck are those?

And if it means
the haircut is still free,

I'm probably fine with it.

On the plus side,
we don't have to sweep up.

Aww. A cat! So cute.

That's a clump of Rodney's
hair that came to life.

Aww. When did we get a kitty?

Oh, right.

Don't worry, friends.

They lived by the scissors...
they'll die by the scissors!

What Zane didn't realize was
that cutting the hair monsters

only created more hair monsters.

And the next morning,
things got a little... hairy.

Oh, ha ha! Nice! 'Cause of all the hair.

Oh yeah, that works.

What's going on, Paige?

I don't know!
Why are we even in this story?!

Time to make a hair smoothie.

Let's give this curl a whirl!

Let's see. Whipped. Puree.

Oh, Hair Monsters!

Anyone else want a piece of me?

These things have cars now!

That can't be good!

♪ What, what, what ♪

♪ What's in my hair? ♪

♪ What, what, what ♪

♪ What's in my hair? ♪

Is that your ringtone?

Yeah.

It's my Aunt Judy.
I forgot her birthday.

Ig-nore.

Wait! That music is doing
something to the monsters!

Give me your phone!

♪ What, what, what ♪

♪ What's in my hair? ♪

♪ What, what, what ♪

♪ What's in my hair? ♪

The theme song to Rodney's channel

put all the monsters in a trance.

It makes sense.

And soon the g*ng had a plan...

♪ What, what, what ♪

♪ What's in my hair? ♪

♪ What, what, what ♪

♪ What's in my hair? ♪

♪ What, what, what ♪

♪ What's in my hair? ♪

♪ What, what, what ♪

♪ What's in my hair? ♪

Ha!

Wow, that ended much quicker

and more anti-climactically
than I expected.

Rodney, it's for you.

Oh no, all the hair monsters morphed

into a giant hair monster.

Well, it's over now. This is how we die.

Come on! What are the rules
of these things?

They go outside and turn
into a bigger monster?

And how did it ring the bell
without any hands?

As Amelia asked logic
questions no one cared about,

Rodney suddenly had a flashback
to the day he was born...

My son.

If you're ever att*cked
by a giant hair monster,

use this special hairspray.

Remember... only hair can defeat hair.

Only hair can defeat hair.

Clear out everyone.

This is between me and that.

This is for you, Papa.

You did it Rodney! The monster's gone!

I'm proud of you, son.

Also, call your Aunt Judy,
it's her birthday.

Aw man!

So, what'd you guys think?

Darn it. Where'd the other kids go?

They left somewhere between
your dad telling you

only hair can defeat hair and
whatever the end of the story was.

Can I leave now?

If you do, then you won't hear my story.

I'm good with that.

Well it's good that
the children are gone,

'cause it's time for
the scariest story of the night.

Uh, we're still here.

"The Foam Pit of Terror..."

It was a seemingly normal day
at the Vuuugle House.

Paige and Frankie
were being lazy on the couch...

Hey!

Zane and Rodney were
being annoying in the kitchen...

Hey!

And Bernie was being cheap as usual...

Sweet. I'm in this one.

No way! A quarter. I'm rich.

What's happening? What's happening?

No!

Hey, did you just hear
Bernie scream in terror?

Should we be concerned?

I don't think so.

A terrified scream can mean
practically anything.

Guys! I got sucked into the foam pit.

Now I'm trapped in another dimension!

Help!

Okay, we should probably
get involved now.

But what are we supposed to do
in a situation like this?

Do you suffer from unexplained
paranormal activity

in your home, apartment,
or giant beachside mansion?

Hi, I'm Doctor Duckworth,
Paranormal Expert.

And for a very reasonable price,

I can solve all
your supernatural problems.

Guaranteed.

Prices not actually reasonable.

Doctor may not be a doctor.
Also I'm at your door.

Hello.

Wow, she's good!

You have no idea, girlfriend.

I'm five billion years old,

but I don't look a day
over three billion.

Now let's see what's going on
with your friend.

Ooh cool, is this a crystal ball?

Can you peer into it
and see another dimension?

Please, that was the crystal ball eight.

I upgraded to the ten.

No way, a whole world made of foam!

I bet everything here tastes like...

Foam, everything tastes like foam.

It seems your friend is trapped
in some sort of foam dimension.

Oh my gosh.
How could this have happened?

That is a mystery we will
never know the answer to.

Oh no wait, this house was built

on top of an inter-dimensional portal.

That's how someone named...

Liam was able to
buy it for eleven dollars.

He bought this place
for eleven dollars?!

Also every room is missing a wall.

Oh yeah.

Can anybody hear me?

I'm kind of in trouble.

Hey! You've invaded our foam world.

You will be destroyed.

Bernie's in trouble. Can you help us?

Does a haunted cow scream
at a Kentucky moon?

Uh, I don't...

Does anyone...

In order to save your friend,
you'll need to go

into the foam pit
using inter-dimensional rope.

Great, do you have any?

Does a Kentucky cow scream
at a haunted moon?

Uh... I still don't...

I mean, from your tone I'm guessing yes?

While Paige continued
to slow down the story,

Bernie found himself
in some sort of foam gym.

Ha, ha!

There's nowhere to run,
Person Made of Human Skin!

Get him!

Nooooo!

In a world where
everything weighed nothing,

the boy who was nothing...
was finally something.

Yeah.

Okay, we need somebody to hold the rope.

I would do it but I just got
this manicure 50,000 years ago.

Okay Rodney, you hold the rope.

The three of us will go in, find Bernie,

then you'll pull us out
of the foam dimension.

Something something rope, got it.

And so all four of them

made their way into the foam world.

Wait. What do you mean four?

Hey, guys.

Rodney?! You were
supposed to hold the rope!

I am holding the rope!

Ohhh.

I can't with these kids anymore.

What are we supposed to do now?

We're trapped down here!

And foam monsters are coming!

Halt! Stand down!

Bernie?

That's King Bernie to you.

Loyal subjects! These are my friends.

Bernie, you're the king...
of the... foam?

Yes. And you can all live here,

with me as your ruler, for all eternity.

Nah, we're good.

Yeah, hard pass.

Oh, hey. Foam guy,

is there any other way out
of this dimension?

Oh, yeah. Sure.

You're gonna wanna take Foam
Road for about... five foams.

And then take a foam at the second foam.

But if you hit the foam
you've gone too far.

We'll figure it out.

Farewell, old friends.

Can you believe that
they wanted to save me?

Haha! Me!

The most powerful man
in all of Foamlandia!

Yeah. And now you're so rich,

you don't even need the quarter

that's lodged inside that foam volcano.

There's a quarter in that volcano?

No! It sent me back!
I'm not a king anymore.

You know you could just
jump back into the foam pit.

Oh yeah!

Wait for it...

Aw man!

I think that was
the best story of the night.

Yeah, you told it!

Aw, thanks Frankie.

Well I guess it's gonna be
a Halloween without candy.

Horse-Face Guy!

Eh, he got the holiday wrong.

But candy's candy.

Happy Halloween-mas!

From your friends at the Vuuugle House!